The blood mist thinned further, and peace suddenly returned to the White Jade Plaza. The clash of weapons could no longer be heard.
Almost all the survivors stood pressed against the chains around the plaza's perimeter, their wary eyes sweeping in every direction.
Fewer than a hundred remained. Most were wounded, their expressions filled with terror, anger, and hatred as they panted heavily, still shaken.
In the center of the plaza lay nearly four hundred corpses, sprawled every which way. Blood flowed together into vast pools.
This bloody slaughter had come without warning. None of them had been prepared.
Had their luck been just a little worse, or their abilities fallen short, they would now have been lying on the ground, departed from this world forever.
Some of those near the southeastern side were looking at Chu Xisheng and Si Huangquan.
The blood mist had already thinned by then, and many had witnessed their brief exchange. They were now deeply wary of them.
Si Huangquan's strength needed no explanation. He had been the target of every arrow in the melee.
Everyone harbored the deepest hostility toward him. Whenever they encountered him, they abandoned their previous opponents without hesitation and attacked him at any cost.
Despite being besieged, Si Huangquan had emerged unscathed and slain thirty-six people within a few quarters of an hour. His strength was plain to see.
Chu Xisheng's two saber strikes, however, had left everyone who witnessed them even more shaken.
Even the mighty Iron Asura had been wounded by those two strikes.
The second strike, in particular, had been too fast for their eyes to distinguish! Any one of them who faced it would likely have lost their life to a single stroke.
-He truly was the strongest of all the prodigies present!
Meanwhile, the veins